I’m an international, multiple award-winning author with a passion for the voices in my head. As a singer, songwriter, independent filmmaker and improv teacher and performer, my life has always been about creating and sharing what I create with others. Now that my dream to write for a living is a reality, with over a hundred titles in happy publication and no end in sight, I live in beautiful Prince Edward Island, Canada, with my giant cats, pug overlord and overlady and my Gypsy Vanner gelding, Fynn.

The blue joy is calling... but can Fresco survive it?

"Do you know what happened to you?" Joey's voice broke a little. Fresco shook his head. The kid nodded, like it was no big surprise." Yeah, me either. No one seems to. We just have normal lives, you know? Then suddenly you wake up with this thing eating into you," he swallowed hard, "and that's it. The rest is Wasteland."

Seventeen-year-old Fresco Conte is an ordinary All-American kid from an upper middle-class family. He plays football. His girlfriend is a cheerleader. Life is good. Until unexplained things, scary things, start to take him over. Like surviving an accident that should have killed him. Or hearing the thoughts of the people around him whether he wants to or not.
 
When the men in the dark blue coveralls come for him, Fresco is forced into addiction to the blue joy known as Wasteland and set free on the street, with no answers and only his hunger to keep him company.

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Diamond City Trilogy

He felt her next to him, still holding his hand. It was only the two of them in the end. And it felt like the end. He held them all in his heart, in the palm of his hand. He chose and in choosing, everything was so clear.


Fresco was outside the City, looking in on them. And while he stared he remembered.


The night at Last Stand when he won his freedom he came to this place, but didn't remember until now. Everything he learned there was lost. Here then was the truth of his existence. The reality of the dream and the hope.


Below him, Meritas writhed in fury, unable to reach him. Fresco easily held his father's angry spirit at bay while he picked it apart and examined it like an insect.


Here then was the truth and the evil of a madman. Meritas, his gift, was the City but more, he was the link, his power able to string together the minds of the gifted.


Chapter 115: Mother